This is a song about "Own her"

My own pace, rocking the beat of my own drummer

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Of rapppin and showing her own feelings to the world

I can’t promise this verse will be better than the first

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

Her own family and those backstabbing bitches

Live long in the hands of my own, 

Stop blowing up my cellphone

Be shy when we're all alone

Own this life like its your own

Pull out the bong, that i own,

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

Drop her, pick her up and tomahawk her/

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Never will i leave you on your own,

So i ended up all alone